Aliyah
Shrugging my gym shirt on, which I’d packed hoping to sneak in a run on the track after school, I exited the change room and made my way out onto the field. I watched as groups of students stretched, some were doing a warm-up jog and others were just milling around having a laugh while waiting for further instructions.
Spotting Coach Fredrickson and what appeared to be another teacher, I made my way towards them to find out exactly what he had in store for me today and what events he planned for me to run in.
“Ah, good you made it,” Coach ushered me over with his hand before introducing me, “Aliyah this is Ms March the Human Science teacher. Don’t hold anything against her for that.” He winked at me as though it were an inside joke.
“Um, sure,” I responded hesitantly, “nice to
